The Gate Keeper Of Inspiration: Epilogue

D30F031A-8775-4B06-B068-541E52812121It is one of those mornings most only get to dream of and here I am living it every day with those who inspired and continue to be a great inspiration to me and this life I love and live, but it is time to leave. I have devoted enough time and words to this segment of my existence. There remain other worlds to discover, other mountains to climb and many experiences yet to be had. It all started as a dream to create a space for all those in love with the creative process to inspire each other with words, art, philosophy and music in a continuation of the process. I have been able to share time, a brandy or two, hot tubs and laughter with those individuals who are most influential to my own creative processes and developing philosophies. I am forever grateful. I have never been a fan of goodbyes. My preference is to just disappear and so that is what I will do today. Everything here is in the best of hands and all my tasks completed. I always miss the place I am leaving until I arrive at the place I will be. The transition time is the most difficult but knowing when to leave is an art I have improved upon over the years. I see my friend Walt Whitman coming up the trail toward me.

“Good morning Socrates my old friend. You thought you could just disappear without one lasting embrace but not today my comrade,” says Walt. “You cannot disappear that easily and yet I completely understand your need to do so. I had to see my friend just one more time. I hope you understand.”

“ I do,” replies Socrates. The two men embrace and exchange in that embrace their knowledge, wisdom and love for one another.”

“Socrates,” says Walt. “It has been my great pleasure to share this time with you. I have some parting words for you to take upon your journey.”

”Good Walt. A parting verse?” Asks Socrates? “Words are much lighter than gifts and generally last much longer. What are they my friend.?”

”I did not have time to prepare a verse but I did manage to put down a few words for you to carry you along your continuing journeys through life.

This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

Be well Socrates, my dearest of friends.”

”It has been my pleasure, Walt. My absolute pleasure. Thank you.”

“Amen.”

”Amen.”